I smell a whole lot of wet dog...
Lylith was sprawled on top of her comforter. Her HP Pavilion was on it's side and she was doodling aimlessly on the screen. She heard another crash of thunder and grumbled under her breath. Her balcony doors were wide open, curtains danced in the wind and the soft sound of rain splashing on the wood of her balcony made her smile a little. Another flash of lightning lit the room and she saw her laptop go black, a faint beep afterwards. She closed it and set it on the floor then rolled onto her back, head dangling off the edge of her bed as she looked at the ceiling.
She knew Bartholomew had said not to call him tonight, but she was so... bored, even if it was an ungodly hour. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, contemplating whether or not she could call Joshua. He was probably asleep after a long night of video games. She was running out of options. Damn she needed a hobby.
She knew Bartholomew had said not to call him tonight, but she was so... bored, even if it was an ungodly hour. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, contemplating whether or not she could call Joshua. He was probably asleep after a long night of video games. She was running out of options. Damn she needed a hobby.